The last leader of the world starts with an elite infantry squad!

After selecting the leader of the militia, Gu Chengyuan no longer focused on it the next day, but completely handed it over to Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie benefited from the foundation he laid when the apocalypse just broke out. After all, he had been a building manager for a period of time, and he also had eloquence.

Gu Chengyuan made promises to him, and he also made promises to his former classmates. That night, 32 members were gathered for the militia, all of whom were students of Yezhou University.

This was actually what he intended. Although the militia currently has no specific treatment, I believe many people will not refuse to join a violent organization in the end times.

However, if a large number of social personnel are recruited, it will obviously be detrimental to their own management. The old hands who have been struggling in society are not as easy to fool as these students.

So after careful consideration, Zhao Jie decided that the initial members of the militia would mainly be students, so as to consolidate his leadership position.

The remaining quotas will be filled by a small number of social personnel, who will take advantage of the power of the majority of students to enforce the principle of minority obeying the majority and use power to suppress others, thus achieving the goal of completely controlling the militia.

The next day, Zhao Jie had just finished his breakfast when he came excitedly to report to Gu Chengyuan that the militia team had been fully recruited. He also took out a training schedule for Gu Chengyuan to review and approve.

Gu Chengyuan looked at the well-written "Militia Training Manual" in his hand and asked Zhao Jie where he got it. Zhao Jie said that he and his group made it based on their understanding of military training.

First of all, there are definitely a lot of queues, which is a magic weapon to improve the obedience of the troops. There are also some military subjects, such as first aid and bandaging, tactics, grenade throwing, light weapons shooting, etc.

After reading it, Gu Chengyuan immediately reduced the proportion of military training to only one day out of seven days a week.

The proportion of drill and physical training is maximized. The purpose of establishing militia is just to assist regular troops and do some miscellaneous work, and its combat attributes are not strong.

What is urgently needed now is a militia that can follow orders and have strong physical strength so that they can do a good job in support work.

For example, when carrying ammunition, most light weapons ammunition boxes are 25kg in size, and when carrying a wounded person, one person weighs about 60kg, so the physical fitness requirements for militiamen are greater than the military quality requirements.

Especially in the upcoming military operations, these are the main force carrying food and oil. If they are not in good physical condition, how can they carry two bags without risking their lives?

After revising the outline of the "Militia Training Manual", Gu Chengyuan emphasized to Zhao Jie the importance of physical training and ordered him to adjust the soldiers' condition within these two days to ensure that there would be no problems with the military support in the next two days.

Zhao Jie immediately patted his chest and promised that he would complete the task assigned by the leader.

He is a sports enthusiast and likes to watch sports videos when he has nothing to do, so he is quite an expert in physical training.

After reporting to Gu Chengyuan, he gathered the militia members and took them to the stadium for training.

A group of fifty people arrived at the football field sparsely. He, who had been the sports commissioner since junior high school, organized the team with ease.

Then he called out Zhao Hu from the team. This boy with the same surname as him was someone he had known since his sophomore year and who had experience of serving in the military while retaining his student status.

Although I learned from chatting with him that this guy was a slacker in the army and didn't learn much in two years of military life. He was basically thinking about how to get by and when to retire.

But at least he had been there for two years. Although his personal ability level was not good, he understood the military's systems better than a layman like him, such as drill training.

Like many leaders, Zhao Hu may not be able to do things well himself, but he will make demands and find fault.

Such a consultant who has low personal ability but rich experience is perfect for Zhao Jie.

Even if he was given all the military training, he would not worry that it would threaten his position.

His private requirement for Zhao Hu was to train him strictly, which was exactly what Zhao Hu wanted.

In the past, he was often scolded because of his average quality. Now he has the opportunity to scold others openly, which he is eager for.

So much so that during the three-hour drill training in the morning, Zhao Hu's requirements were extremely strict, and any member of the militia team who had a wrong posture would be scolded by him.

"Tighten your thighs! Tighten your thighs! Wang Hongbing, you are a fucking woman! You can't hold your thighs tightly!"

"Zhao Haoran, why are your legs shaking? Your legs are weak, right? Come on, let's do 400 first! Practice your legs!"

"Oh my, oh my~ Zhang Guifang, you're going to faint, right? This is just the beginning!"

"The more you act like this, the more I will train you! Open your eyes wide, hold your head high, and show your spirit!"

After his actions, at noon, everyone in the militia, except Zhao Jie, looked at him with more or less anger.

"What the hell!"

"He really took chicken feathers as a token of authority. If the captain hadn't asked him to be a military instructor, I would have beaten him to death!"

"Yes, yes. You usually look so frustrated, but now you dare to mock me."

"It's so funny. He stood even straighter than my grandma when he was doing the military posture! How dare he say that to us?"

"Oh~ Stop talking, or he'll take revenge on you. He might even be your instructor for military training in the future."

"A little impatience will ruin a big plan!"

...

After finishing their training, everyone dragged their tired bodies to the cafeteria and sat down impatiently.

Who knew that Zhao Hu's shout would immediately ring out:

"Who the hell told you to sit down? Did I give the order? Stand up! Have you forgotten what I said this morning about following orders?"

"You are no longer local personnel, but militiamen and combatants! Stand up straight!"

The huge noise attracted the attention of other survivors who were dining in the cafeteria. They all looked over in surprise. Zhao Hu felt more and more happy under the attention of the crowd, and his self-esteem was greatly satisfied.

In particular, I noticed that there were several pretty female classmates in the crowd who usually didn't even look at me, but were now staring at me with "admiration", which made me feel even more powerful.

The militia members stood up slowly and reluctantly, as if to express their dissatisfaction, while a dozen of them simply sat in their seats, not moving at all.

Just as Zhao Hu was about to yell, Zhao Jie spoke up immediately:

"Wang Wei, are you guys feeling unwell because you worked too hard this morning? Even if you feel unwell, just keep going. I also have backaches and leg pains. I'm just standing here for a while. If you really feel unwell, I'll let you take a leave in the afternoon!"

Zhao Jie's voice was also very loud. Wang Wei and others looked at the looks from the people around them, especially some girls, and they all stood up.

They had originally decided that if Zhao Hu dared to confront them again, they would get angry, but Zhao Jie's sudden words made them feel as if all their energy was exhausted.

One is that Zhao Jie is their team leader, their real direct leader. He is tall and strong, so they are afraid of Zhao Jie's authority.

Secondly, the training was not organized by Zhao Jie, so you can't get angry at Zhao Jie.

Besides, after Zhao Jie said this, everyone was watching, and when he made a scene, others would think that he couldn't endure hardship and that he was in poor health...

Zhao Hu, who was standing by, felt that Zhao Jie was supporting him, and his expression became even more proud.

"sit!"

As the newly established militia officially started its meal, a storm that was about to arise dissipated.

After finishing the meal, everyone took a normal lunch break. At two o'clock in the afternoon, they gathered again and were taken to the track and field field for physical training.

The main trainer this time was Zhao Jie. Because Gu Chengyuan said that there would be a mission soon and required him to adjust his condition, Zhao Jie did not organize high-intensity physical training.

Instead, he led everyone in a jog, ran for five kilometers, and then did some simple strength training such as push-ups and sit-ups.

The rest of the time I spend with my teammates playing small games to train their reaction and speed.

The afternoon training undoubtedly gave the players a clear contrast. Every word of scolding Zhao Hu was followed by a word of praise for Zhao Jie.

With this kind of praise and criticism, Zhao Jie quickly established a good image in the militia and gained the heartfelt recognition of almost everyone in the militia.